these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Dec 15, 2008

monday...

rainy day #2. arg! i hate it. i still managed a quick hike with the dog in spite of the weather but now i'm inside with the heater blazing, away from the cold, and trying to find the motivation to clean the kitchen rather than give in to my desire to curl up in front of the television and watch all the reality shows on vh1. a difficult desire to ignore! :) especially since my part-time job at the frame shop has morphed, slyly and without much discussion, in to a full-time commitment. i'm missing my drawing marathon days and midnight painting extravaganzas. no good for a girl that's got a whole bunch of big art dreams and a gallery to be responsible to. it isn't that i've never managed to work around a full-time schedule before and still be prolific, i have. that's been the story of my life for the passed ten years. it's just that's not what i was signing up for this time around. i guess i've got to make a decision about priorities and be clear about what comes first. and art will always come first. it is never sacrificed... it's the thing i make sacrifices for. maybe giving in to trash television is the best idea i've come up with after all? i've been a bit high-strung the passed few weeks and this year has been pretty frigging intense and full of big changes. a night in front of the tube might be exactly what's in order: a tiny vacation, mind-numbing and asking for nothing.

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